Wheelistically @ Claire.NU

There are not many blog­ging trends that I see as being fit to par­ti­cip­ate in, how­ever I have made an excep­tion for today. I have decided to do a pictoral “Day In The Life Of…” entry instead of tex­tu­ally doc­u­ment­ing my day… Unfor­tu­nately, I seemed to have chosen the most bor­ing, non-eventful day in his­tory, to document…

My Day, 27^th March 2006

I woke up. The alarm went of at 6:00 AM, it took me a few minutes to get myself together. This is my alarm clock, the ori­ginal ver­sion of this clock was bought for me by my sis­ter and her boy­friend one Christ­mas. I loved it so much that when the lights died, I imme­di­ately replaced it with an identical clock from IWantOneOfThose.com. It changes col­our every hour and altern­ates from being a 12-hour style clock to being 24-hour style every 24 hours. When the alarm sounds it cycles through about a dozen col­ours — its like wak­ing up in a Gay disco… It’s also touch sens­it­ive, to turn the alarm off or to turn the light on/off, you just pat the little thing on the head… Every­one must have one of these.

I got up. I got up out of bed.

I went to the bath­room. Self-explanatory methinks, I just included it to show off my funky toi­let seat!

I went online. I checked my Email, com­ments and messages.

I had a cup of tea. The first of six con­sumed through­out the day.

I read the paper. My daily dose of trashy tabloid.

I worked. I slogged through Block 3 of A171 and star­ted Block 4 of M150.

I ate “Brunch”. My mummy made me little toastie triangles.

I got washed and dressed. I attemp­ted to take a pic­ture of my out­fit but its impossible to take a decent full-length shot of your­self and your out­fit whilst seated in a wheel­chair… So I settled for the bath­room basin.

I brushed my teefies. As you can see I love Col­gate reg­u­lar fla­vour tooth­paste. Obsess­ively so, hence my stocking-up as shown above. The taste always reminds me of my Grandad. When I was 5 years old, we’d gone to Flor­ida, USA on hol­i­day. On the first morn­ing there, I remem­ber stand­ing with Grandad at the wash basin as he gingerly squeezed Col­gate reg­u­lar fla­voured tooth­paste out of the min­is­cule tubes (that had been provided for us by Vir­gin Atlantic in our in-flight goodie-bags) onto my tooth­brush for me. It was the only time I ever wit­nessed my Grandad brush­ing his teeth the nor­mal way and I remem­ber ask­ing why he had a funny-shaped tooth­brush (my Grandad always wore a full set of den­tures, which remained a con­stant source of fas­cin­a­tion to all of us grand-children when we were small, his den­ture brush looked almost identical to the red one in this pic­ture.)

I went online…again. I checked my Email, com­ments and mes­sages and pro­cras­tin­ated for sev­eral hours.

I was a sad git. Ok, I’ll admit it. If any of you have ever wit­nessed the state of my Wish­List, you’ll have seen that I think the dimin­ut­ive, eccent­ric His Royal Badness/Purpleness is a musical genuis. As a res­ult, I listen to his music. Every day. I used to keep my taste in Prince quiet. Very quiet, in fact. After all, for many years, he has fallen out of favour with crit­ics, the music press and gen­eral pub­lic, des­pite him pro­du­cing music that blows the socks off of Purple Rain and Eye Would Die 4 U after the 80’s…

To declare your­self a Prince fan I have found, is noth­ing short of social sui­cide. It’s the ulti­mate conversation-killer. I should ima­gine it’s like telling a neigh­bour (who you don’t know very well) that you like Dog­ging or some­thing. People just sort of nod and go “Hmm..” whilst try­ing to smile in such a fash­ion that it looks more like they have trapped wind and all the while, you know they’re think­ing “Oh Gawd, we’ve got a right fruit, ‘ere!”

So, I spent over an hour screech­ing along to the 1981 hit Do Me, Baby (a funky tale of seduc­tion executed entirely in his legendary fal­setto) and because I am a sad git of anorak pro­por­tions, it was the 12″ epic over-seven-and-a-half-minute ver­sion). I also vocally butchered the rest of the 1981 album Con­tro­versy, the stu­dio albums Rave Un2 The Joy Fant­astic and Dia­mond and Peals and the com­pli­ation Prince: THE HITS Vol 2.

K got in from work. Here are her poor, under­paid, over-worked feet­sies… Well, one of them, anyway.

I ate Salt N Shake. And chat­ted to K about her crap day. Ever since giv­ing up put­ting salt on my meals I have been hav­ing massive salt crav­ings. Salt N Shake is my new vice.

I had din­ner. Yum.

I watched TV. I was sub­jec­ted to sev­eral hours of crappy cable TV (irrit­at­ing ring­tone ads pictured).

I made myself tea. I was brave and made it myself. The glass mug is yet another nod to Grandad. (He always swore that tea tasted bet­ter in a glass cup).

And had bic­cies. Yummy Rich Tea biscuits.

I got ready for bed. Check out my fluffy booties and the jarmies Nanny bought me for Christ­mas. Great stuff.

I settled-down for some pre-sleep TV and snuggles. See look! It’s a dif­fer­ent col­our, isn’t it great?